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to be made of flesh is humiliation
feel my skin & the way my blood will pour
the way my hair will fall out
like death from a tree in autumn
the delicacy of humanity leaves me tearing at my lungs
my voice aches from voiceless cries
i will tear the meat from my bones
an utter mess, wrapped in crimson
i see god in you
heartless, cruel, lovely, beautiful
you will put a gun to my head
& i will love you, a breath away from death
that, my dear, is ruination
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